It has ended. Blood has been spilled. Promises fulfilled. Final word count: 50,632
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It has ended. Blood has been spilled. Promises fulfilled. Final word count: 50,632
Hey, how’s it goin’?
Me? I’m entrenched in words and lovin’ it! This whole NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) thing is going pretty well.
What I know about Toni Morrison could be confined to this sentence: She wrote many lovely books of which I have read only Sula.
This is what a thousand words looks like. This is how it feels to be inside a thousand words. Welcome.
“Back in my day,” wrote the old man who somehow got himself a bloggy, “we used to do a thing called freewriting.”
That’s fascinating, Grandpa! Tell us more!
I love Walt Whitman. I have always loved Walt Whitman. And yet, as such things go, his big two-oh-oh escaped me. What can I say? I guess I have more pressing things in my life now. That doesn’t change the fact that I love Walt Whitman.